Old Guo left.
He was sent away.
He was confusedly stuffed into a sack to arrive, and confusedly stuffed into a sack to be sent away.
He only felt like he had experienced a bizarre dream.
In the dream, his body felt like it was leaking, and soone seed to be writing on his body. He vaguely heard phrases like "My skin tone isn’t even," "I also want to remove that mole inside," "Co inside the room with ," "Let’s experint on Old Guo first," and other nonsensical words.
After that, Old Guo suddenly woke up and found himself lying on a street, surrounded by a crowd of old ladies and n.
Is this Small Spring Town?
These people were looking at him, pointing and discussing.
Old Guo, out of habit, reached for his leg and was surprised to find it unbroken.
But the next mont, he was so scared he almost jumped.
The reason was that his pants were reduced to just the lower part of his underpants, and his thighs were filled with the character "正".
No, not just the thighs, but even his belly.
These "正" characters seed like scars, deeply inscribed in flesh and blood, yet they didn’t feel very painful.
"What is this obsession with engraving the character ’正’?"
"I heard so masters have done this before, liking to mark people’s bodies."
"But aren’t these marks a bit too excessive?"
"Wait, isn’t this person the storyteller Old Guo?"
...
Upon hearing soone recognize him, Old Guo quickly covered his thighs with both hands and ran out.
As he ran, the mocking from the crowd grew even louder.
The key issue was the excessive amount of "正" characters on his legs, which he couldn’t hide at all, coupled with his ultra-short pants and belly-showing outfit, attracting lots of attention.
"Do storytellers even need to do such things?"
"So powerful and influential patrons have quite strange fetishes."
...
Old Guo, with legs full of "正" characters, rushed back ho in his short pants and quickly changed into new clothes, covering himself up tightly.
He rembered being covered by the sack in the morning, and now it was already afternoon.
He had intended to make his listeners wait anxiously, and indeed they had waited long enough.
At that mont, Old Guo’s wife heard the noise and ca over.
Seeing Old Guo sorting his clothes, she couldn’t help but express her frustration: "The boss has been to our house looking for you a few tis, where did you run off to?"
"I have no idea." Old Guo said nervously.
The events of today were too bizarre; even Old Guo himself couldn’t understand what exactly happened, where he had been, and his head felt heavy as if he had traveled to so terrifying realm.
But as a Bloodthirsty Storyteller, how could he not tell stories?
Having prepared himself, Old Guo planned to continue storytelling.
Since he hadn’t lost his legs, why not continue telling stories?
Today’s incident must have been the work of Old Demon Duan’s followers, trying to scare , Old Guo?
No way!
Old Guo had been a Bloodthirsty Storyteller not just for a day or two.
Suddenly, his desire to tell stories surged again, and he quickly got ready and left.
Old Guo returned to the teahouse; the owner initially wanted to scold him, but upon seeing him, he cald down significantly without even hearing an explanation, and even looked concerned as he advised him to prepare for possibly getting hit.
After all, his loyal audience had been waiting from morning until afternoon.
Old Guo checked his attire and looked in the mirror, making sure no "正" characters were visible.
But he always felt that both his wife and the teahouse owner looked at him rather strangely.
He didn’t know what was odd about it.
Even bearing the "正" character, Old Guo still energetically continued his storytelling, and although soone cursed and attempted to hit him during the session, as soon as Old Guo started his story, everyone got deeply engrossed again.
anwhile, in Yuzhu Villa.
Feng Ling’er ca out of Duan Yun’s room and was t with the unfriendly eyes of Shen Ying and the Murong brothers.
Feng Ling’er couldn’t help but say, "Why are you all looking at ? I just asked Little Duan to remove a mole for ."
Shen Ying retorted, "How ugly must the mole on the inside of your thigh be, that you’re so anxious to have him remove it?"
Murong brothers turned pale and said, "Exactly, our body and skin are gifts from our parents, sister, small moles don’t affect beauty, don’t bother Doctor Duan unnecessarily."
"Besides, n and won should be distinguished."
He added another sentence.
Feng Ling’er didn’t care at all and said, "What are you guys so anxious about regarding and Little Duan Divine Doctor? I might think it over and see if I also need to remove the mole on my butt."
Shen Ying turned green and said, "Butt? You dare with your butt?"
Murong, with a frightened look, said, "Sister, please don’t do this. Really, don’t do this."
Feng Ling’er sneered and said, "Why shouldn’t I? I want Little Duan Divine Doctor to make flawless, and it’s not like I haven’t paid."
Murong scolded, "If you ss around, I won’t agree, I’ll tell Father!"
Feng Ling’er disdainfully glanced at Murong and said, "Let’s not even ntion why Old Man Murong and you, the only son of the Murong Family, should have any say over . At your age, still thinking about tattling, Murong, I really used to think highly of you."
While speaking, she emphasized the word "only son" to highlight the irresponsibility of the Murong Family Head.
"I..."
Before Murong could finish, Feng Ling’er had already mimicked Shen Ying’s manner from the other day, walking away with a graceful lotus step.
It was as if missing a mole on the inner thigh made her seem even more womanly.
Shen Ying glanced at Murong and grumbled, "You’re really useless, can’t even manage a sister."
Murong felt extrely bitter inside, reflecting on his recent image.
Even more bitter!
His half-sister from the sa father, once hating him enough to want to kill him, now no longer seeks his death but despises him. He cares about her, but she won’t listen and he can only bring up their father.
As a result, both father and son are belittled.
To think that I, Murong, am considered the most handso and debonair figure in three generations of the Murong Family, yet to be looked down on like this.
"Old Demon Duan, I order you to remove all scars from my body imdiately!"
"Not a single one left!"
...
After Old Guo finished storytelling, night had fallen.
Perhaps because he had suddenly disappeared for half a day, it stimulated the audience who really seed voracious today, continuously asking for more sessions.
And his tip money had more than doubled.
Such is the charm of storytelling.
The sense of achievent in storytelling surged, giving Old Guo a feeling of floating on cloud nine.
Trying to ss with , yet I, Old Guo, turned misfortune into a blessing!
His storytelling career progressed even further.
Old Guo was in high spirits, bought so roasted ats and rice wine, planning to have them as a midnight snack.
Having been scared today, he nonetheless reaped more, worth celebrating with good food and drink.
However, when he turned into an alley, he was suddenly grabbed.
"What are you doing?" Old Guo said in panic.
"You, a storyteller, with such tender skin and sparkling eyes, who are you trying to seduce up there?"
One of the n said grimly.
Old Guo was suddenly shocked and said, "What are you trying to do?"
At that mont, soone was already removing his clothes.
"What do you think?" the man retorted.
"I’m at a ripe age."
Old Guo broke out in a cold sweat and said in panic.
At this mont, he realized what was odd about him. Apart from the word "righteous" on his body, his appearance hadn’t changed much, but in fact, it had beco softer.
Fine skin and tender flesh, this person claid he had fine skin and tender flesh, a middle-aged male storyteller who, except for the "righteous" word on his body, had actually beco softer.
"Brother, his legs are also full of words," said a younger man, pulling down his pants.
"This creature! Still pretending to be decent!"
"No, don’t!"
"Ah!"
In the alley at night, Old Guo’s screams could be heard.
These screams bore a resemblance to those from a broken leg before, yet they were slightly different.
The next day, Old Guo didn’t co to tell stories.
The teahouse owner rushed to find him, only to see Old Guo lying on the bed, weakly saying, "Shopkeeper, I really can’t do it today."
"What happened?" the teahouse owner asked concernedly.
"It hurts, my butt hurts."
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